Oh, Hell, yes. Up against the wall sounds delightful. He gets a vivid mental picture of his own silhouette scorched into the surface of a wall, inside the shape of Lucifer's wings, which is much sexier than it should be.

Nevertheless, he breaks from the kiss when Lucifer pauses, stroking through his hair and smiling. "It's nice to be wanted. I suppose we should get dressed again...shall I show you my apartment?"